Child of the Moon

AN: This has been rewritten soo many times, don't even get me started. Anyway, I've moved this over from DeviantArt to FanFiction.net, and now it's here, and hopefully, better than both those times. I appreciate any feedback, critical or positive (just be gentle with the criticism, I'm fragile) so comment along, vote, and share! Much love~

The injuries the girl had sustained in the fight had been worse than originally anticipated. She moved sluggishly, and it wouldn't be long before she stopped moving completely. It was imperative that she was found, or that she arrived someplace where she could be tended to. Even with the condition, she was in, she was able to stumble out of the trees and into a village, completely unnoticed. Except when she stumbled into a young boy.

The last thing she remembered, was his startled cry, as she fell. As he called out to ask if she was alright, his words becoming scared as he realized she wasn't.

And then it all became dark.

~Blood. There was blood everywhere. The smell filled her nostrils, causing something inside her to stir.

"Looks like it failed, kill the brat." A tall man covered by the shadows turned and walked away and two nasty looking men took his place. The men slowly closed in on her pulling kunai out as they did, a twisted grin creeping on their scarred faces.

"kukuku, this is gonna be fun hey, Susumu?"

"Yes, Eiji, hmhmhmhm how shall we toy with this one? Slowly bleed her or cut her open and remove her innards while she still breathes? So many ways to kill her!" The taller one had a dark sinister smirk on his face as he approached her.

"No! Leave me alone!" She threw her hands out in front of her, slapping Eiji as he drew close.

"Why you little! I'm gonna smash your brains out over the ground!" The man dropped his kunai and grabbed a nearby hammer, lifting it over his head and bringing it down on the girl's left arm with a sickening crunch.~

She screamed, sitting up and clutching her left arm, as a searing pain shot through it.

"Whoa! Slow down there it's OK! I'm here now, just breathe!" A hand touched her shoulder and she screamed, pulling away. There was a clatter, as she fell and crawled into a corner, the cool surface of a wall pressing against her back.

The person who had touched her appeared to be a pretty lady with a nurse outfit on and short brown hair and dark eyes filled with concern. 

"Please relax! It's OK, my name is Suzume. What's yours?" she held her hands out in front of her palms up in a non-threatening manner.

"T-Tsukiko," Tsukiko pressed herself up against the wall as Suzume approached.

"What a lovely name! Tsukiko, please could you tell me how you broke your arm? It was a terrible break. What happened to you?" Suzume put a gentle hand on Tsukiko's right arm. Tsukiko flinched but tolerated the contact.

"I-I don't kn-know, w-where a-am I?"

"You're in Konoha Hospital."

"How did I get here?" After the initial shock, she felt her heart rate slow down and her breathing became easier. 'Questions... I can do questions... Just keep asking questions...'

"A ninja brought you here. He found you in the street, barely alive."

"How did I get there?"

"You don't remember? No one really knows. You were just there. The ANBU were hoping you might be able to tell them more," Suzume looked concerned.

"No, I don't," Tsukiko could feel the world begin to spin again as she felt faint. "Why is it so loud in here?"

There was a loud clamour of noise as hundreds of voices assailed her, causing her head to throb and increasing her dizziness.

"What do you mean? Tsukiko? Tsukiko are you alright? Tsukiko!"

Tsukiko dropped again under the weight of exhaustion and the overwhelming situation. Suzume caught the small girl and realized she was just tired.

"Poor thing. Maybe she'll remember when she's had more rest," Suzume carried the limp form to the bed and tucked her in gently and left the room to tend to her other patients...